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machine!Connor: Hey who killed him? Who killed this? Who killed this? Daniel: I- machine!Connor: You killed someone? Daniel: I killed- YES. YES. I DID. The people in the- machine!Connor: Nice.

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Daniel had never expected to see that face again.

In fact, he’d gone out of his way to find Jericho just so he would never have to see that face again.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to express how much he hurt because of him. He wanted to make a scene, call attention to this... this traitor to his own kind. Yell and scream about how he’d trusted him, how he was told he wouldn’t be harmed.

But something heavy just seemed to wash over him. He still couldn’t place what it was; grief, or maybe some twisted sort of guilt.

With far too much caution, Daniel made his way towards the RK800, too many thoughts overwhelming his head. ‘I should apologize.’ ‘He should apologize.’ ‘Why is he even here?’ ‘What if’, after ‘what if’, after ‘what if’.

Nevertheless, he sat next to him without a word. He’d made it all the way across the room and sat down, and yet he still didn’t have a single clue what to say or what to do.

Gaze was focused on the ground in front of his own feet, one hand lightly brushing at the wound on his face, mind still deep in thought, when he finally heard the other speak up.

No doubt, the words took him by surprise.

Daniel slowly brought his eyes up to the other’s face, a thoroughly confused expression on his own. “...What an awful idea.” He paused a short moment, contemplating, then added with a slight sneer, “...I thought you were allowed to get in. Whatever happened to that?”

open ! 

He didn’t remember what had happened. 

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to. Connor had offered to interface - he had accepted an interface to invite someone into his head to look at the same memories that he was looking at, in the hopes that his head would not conceal that information from them, but his processor just did not hold that information. Some part of his consciousness - and it made him intensely uncomfortable, that there was something his head was doing without his permission - had simply erased that data from his archives. Was it permanently gone? He didn’t know. Restoring it risked restoring other things (people) he did not want back, so as much as he wished to recall more than just flashes of… flashes of that, he didn’t have it. He only had the gasp for air, the way errors registered as he felt the hot metal of electric wire tear through his chassis, the touch of a hand that was too gentle, cooing, impressed by his strength as they choked him with their other hand. 

He remembered these little snatches of it, but not who was behind it. With the damage that had been done to his chassis, he suspected - could preconstruct - that there were other things to be remembered, worse things, which he simply hadn’t kept a hold of. 

It had been two months, in that place. His LED was yellow, today, flickering through the process of searching for better memories. He’d been repaired. Cyberlife had been preparing to reproduce a model very similar to Connor’s; the status of ‘prototype’ did not make it difficult to repair him. He was as good as new. His back plating had had to be replaced entirely, but it was plain and white and smooth, again. 

He wanted to know what had happened. It bothered him immensely that he did not know. They wouldn’t let him analyse the scene. He was on mandatory ‘psychological leave’, though Connor was, he had argued, “More than qualified to make an autonomous psychological assessment,” and was “adequately prepared to continue work”; they hadn’t cared.

When someone came to sit beside him, Connor turned. The LED dropped to blue just on the sight of them, the sight of them alone, and he realised, “I’m going to break into a crimescene. Would you like to come?” 

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HLVRAI Sentence Starters ACT 3

41 starters || TW: violence, death, unsanitary

« were you trying to kill me?! »

« you’re not a war criminal if there’s no more military to judge you. »

« i am no longer going to listen to a word you say. »

« you’re breathing all my air, get out of here! »

« maybe YOU don’t know something, i’m pretty much fine. »

« let’s go off grade school rules: no secrets, golden rule. only say what you would say to others what you would say about yourself. let’s have an insults free day. »

« i’m not going to vandalize a body. »

« i’m trapped. this is a disappointment. what a bummer. »

« i lost the ability to feel pain three years ago. »

« maybe you need to die. »

« look out, hotted BOOBS up head, TITS big ones! »

« aaaaand the lights are out, ok. who’s fucking with me. »

« i told your stupid ass you fucked up. and now you’re paying the price! »

« oh man, that hurts like hell–! »

« i was very cautious, but i don’t know if i was paying attention or not. »

« this is worst possible situation! »

« i think i’m losing a lot of blood… »

« there’s a world outside, and i need you to take me there. »

« we’re fucked, we’re– w-we’re FUCKED–! »

« how… how can i- how can i trust you?! »

« oh, it looks like quite the bloodbath here. »

« will you wipe that blood off of ya? »

« i’m going to die. i’m losing hope. »

« i’m kind of out of forgiveness after all i’ve been through today. »

« that’s kind of fucked up. »

« ah yes, i forgot about your massive, gaping would- in fact do you need help with that? »

« i think that if we get out of this, i’ll rob a bank. »

« oh my, something BAD happened in this room. »

« let me demostrate how god damn smart i am. »

« why won’t you die?! »

« you have nothing you can offer me, except dying. you can die! you can die man. »

« there are some who would say that surrender is your only choice at this point. »

« what’s wrong with you, man? »

« by the way, there’s monsters in the water. »

« if i had a knife, i would gut you. »

« this seems like quite the drop! »

« if i was to talk to a god, i would say that probably wasn’t in his plan. »

« did you just tried to kiss him? »

« are you haunted again? »

« [name], i need a nap. »

« what happened to your arm? »

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Reblog this if you can do angst.

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WHEN A CHARACTER GETS WOUNDED AND THEY GO TO THEIR LOVE INTEREST FOR HELP AND WHILE THEY’RE GETTING THEIR INJURIES CLEANED AND PATCHED UP THEY FLINCH FROM THE STING OF THE ANTISEPTIC AND THEIR LOVE INTEREST SAYS “HOLD STILL” IN AN EXASPERATED BUT TOUCHINGLY CONCERNED TONE OF VOICE AND THEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY MAKE EYE CONTACT OR BRUSH HANDS AND JUST FREEZE IN THAT POSITION UNTIL THE TENSION IN THE ROOM IS NEARLY UNBERABLE BEFORE BOTH LOOKING AWAY AND PRETENDING THE UNSPOKEN THING THAT JUST PASSED BETWEEN THEM NEVER HAPPENED

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send me a line of dialogue your muse would say to mine

as long or short as you want! create an original sentence prompt specifically for our muses’ dynamic

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@madeofstxrs​ said: 💝 -57 (because why not)

Daniel initially took a few steps back when the other approached him. And he most definitely gave him a strange look when he offered a plush.

Figuratively treading perhaps a bit too cautiously, Daniel reached over and snatched the plush from the other’s hands, only looking it over for a short moment. Damn it, it was cute; a slight blue color tinted the undamaged side of his face.

But Daniel’s gonna choose to ignore that.

“...Do you seriously think this is gonna make me trust you?” He’s confused. Oh so confused. A forced sneer curled his lips nonetheless. “Or is this just supposed to be some sort of apology?”

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@madeofstxrs​ said: 💝 - Simon (brother's just gonna shove it at him)

Eyebrows furrowed together as Daniel’s gaze shifted back and forth between the other PL600 and the small plush that was just shoved into his hands. After a moment, he focused solely on the plush, deep in thought looking it over.

“Why did you...” His voice trailed off when he glanced back up at Simon. As tempting as it was to say something out of spite, Daniel just couldn’t do it. Instead, he just hung his head and mumbled, “...Thank you.”

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Send 🔥 for a thread of our muses committing arson together

Feel free to add specifics, such as what our muses plan to burn down.

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Send 🧸 to receive a plush toy from my muse

Send 💝 to give a plush toy to my muse

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not to spam the dash but like....why do i feel like daniel would listen to ic3peak...

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Daniel: Who’s happier than a guy with two knives? A guy with three knives. Connor: Where does he put the third knife? In his mouth? Daniel: Would you like to be the knife? Connor: Who’s holding the knives?

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literally anyone: Oh, rip, Daniel :) Daniel, annoying: Yeah, big fuckin’ tear in my fabric. -_-

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HURT & COMFORT   SENTENCE  STARTERS

           —        requested  by  anonymous

HURT

i don’t need your help.

leave me alone.

i don’t care what you say!

i’ve had enough of you.

i can do this on my own, just as i always have.

leave, it’s what you always do.

it’s not like anyone ever stays.

all you’ve ever done is prove to me that you don’t care.

just when i thought we were getting better, you showed me the truth.

once again, your true colors come to light.

just let me go!

COMFORT

i hope you find peace someday.

i’m sorry, i really am.

i care about you, whether you think so or not.

believe me, i understand what you’re going through.

please, let me help you.

don’t move, you’re going to hurt yourself more.

let me try and heal your pain.

i’’ll listen, if you let me.

do you need anything?

if there’s anything i can do, let me know.

just know that i’ll always be here for you.

i’m ready to talk when you are.

i wish i could take your pain away.

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send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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listen hear me out. that ‘i want it that way’ bit from b99 but it’s connor and daniel ft. caroline phillips